Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Sudan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jacob Miller to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Motorama,
Can,
Todd Terry,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
World's Most,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.